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Wednesday, March 28, 2012

There are creative endeavours, film projects, theatre productions, mythological examinations, transmedia experiences, works that offer psychological insights, part of or particles of sand in the shell of the zeitgeist that grow into pearls. FoolishPeople are on a path with Strange Factories that encompasses all of the above, but is also so much more. Strange Factories is something to which anyone who appreciates the pushing of artistic boundaries in film and art has to pay attention.

We are not in the most critical need of another entertainment product in our mediated age, and life-changing and challenging encounters with art has to bring us beyond the marketer-colonized world of transmedia. You are invited into the world of Strange Factories, a place in which you will confront your own self in the most real terms.

A writer, haunted by an idea for a new story hunts for four refugee performers of a theatre destroyed in a mysterious fire.

He locates his friends in a remote, pagan settlement founded by Stronheim; owner of a Strange Factory hidden deep in the local countryside that emits an infamous Hum.

Victor enters into a dangerous pact when a vow is made to re-build their theatre if the story is completed in time for it to be performed at the village festival, where bizarre rituals are enacted by the Villagers under the influence of a hallucinogenic effluence siphoned out of the Strange Factory.

Victor’s imagination and the fragmented memories of his friends collide in a violent fiction that not everyone can survive.

Strange Factories’ is an immersive feature film; a uniquely powerful and original project that fuses cinema with a dreamlike environment to create an experience like no other.

Principal photography on Strange Factories was completed in Prague and the UK in October 2011 and is currently in post-production with release scheduled for 2012.

It is my great privilege to be part of the FoolishPeople family. Many of you have come to me to tell me how deeply you have been touched by the releases Salon Apocalypse and Necrofuturist. Neither of these albums would have been possible if not for my having been allowed to work on Cirxus, Abattoir Pages, A Red Threatening Sky, The Basement and having been a part of the magickal world of FoolishPeople for the last few years.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Well, the Programmers Below Sights of the Operational Secret have been busy around here, preparing for the next stage of the Necrofuturist {RE}_Construction. More on that soon. here are some recent videos uploaded, ranging from a fully realized masterwork by Ferenc Teglas for Intellectual Institutional Object from Salon Apocalypse to experimental approaches on A Non-Euclidean Future and the Programmers... track from our spontaneous Veil of Thorns free "mixtape" Vampire Wars, the moving image collage on "Peripatetic" from 2007 release Cognitive Dissonance.

In this special Pilot episode of the new Modern Mythology podcasting series, Rusty Shackleford takes time to have a sit down chat with Howard Bloom. Many of you know Bloom from his books The Lucifer Principle, The Genius of the Beast and The Global Brain, in addition to his interviews and appearances on the Disinformation television series originally produced for the BBC.

In this interview, Rusty discusses Howard's role in helping to build relationships between artists such as Prince and Joan Jett and their public, touching upon the role of the artist as a modern day myth maker and the heir apparent of the shaman. Bloom's scientific and biological perspectives are also examined in conversation, particularly in reference towards the cultural myths explored and exposed in his newest book The God Problem.

Monday, December 26, 2011

For this one, I'm letting the music and words speak for the release. This one got some very enthusiastic reactions, but I didn't devote the two years following it to pimping it out. Manifestation Objective got a hundred thousand + free downloads between 2005 and up until I moved the Veil of Thorns site here. You can still stream it for nowt or next to nowt on Mog, Rdio, Spotify etc. but you do help us bring on the next stage of Veil of Thorns, which I can promise you, is leagues beyond anything we've done thus far.

As all cameCrashing down,We could not help but laughDraining blood to function on beliefFactious stream counter to all pleasReclaim vision,Howl like wolvesLearn to love the crack of the lashChambers full, envy and returns distortedOn the sharp edge advance changes design

In a shaded doorwayWatching the spirits at play,Through a cracked and shimmering window to the world;Through my surprise, welling up in my eyes:Your soul;Bleeding, old; a deep well of love:Sepulchral, cold.

Exaltation in AscendancyWeeping alight, Drawn in too tightWarnings too late are told in our plightThe haints come with parched, red grinsCelebrate this day our irredeemable sins

Nocturnal professions come into nothingnessLifts our burdens, becomes our hidden weaponsWailing by the window in the grief of the proudDread failings wrapped around us like shrouds

A soothing breeze, a haunting phraseLeaks out from behind the gateSecret passions worn like a medalTruth be told, trust is never to be shownWorship of Disclosure

Thought shall inaugurate the fall of fearThe fall eliminate the life that wasThe life that was can never have beenLie turns back on lie; beholdFear shall die with its slavesVisions shall lie, telling of the fear of deathLaughter shall erase this carnage of thought

Fear ridden spectres flitting byStill their fetters bind your soulStronghold of corrosion let burstThe floodgates of dead gods desiresMove on by in disgustSlink through the shadows of infinitudeKilling the will, slipping backBack to that which never was

In distrust lie the possibilitiesThat were stillborn in haloed fieldsWe’ll tear the cities down falsehood by falsehood

Manifestation Objective

Soul fire kisses, a hapless passionUpon the pulse of the altars of madnessRadiant visage glowing words on fleshRemembrance of my deaths shadowTake my hand personifiedLeads you down

Bound to the end of timeStrewn about like gravelBlown like glassWhere lunacy comfortsDraw In, Wind Down

Wheels on wet road greet my waking eyesHalted by the touch of memoryI smell the rain and hear its songThis bed will not let go of meNor the thirsty, feverish day get off me

Draw in, wind down

I still feel the touch of the nocturnal breezeThe seeds are flung at the remains; reasons foundDream Shadow

Solemn grey – the sky evokes my AngelWalking in the rain, I’m not aloneWhite lace, wet lace light and clingingClinging to the face of the forestI want to sleep in the rain, in the snowWarm and safe under the snows ice hands

I fall and am safeI sleep and fear the faceI fly and am no moreAnd am no more

For all I love I give you this;(Christians to the lions).As we gaze upon the black water;(you pull me under).Speak to me of how I love the pain.I can't stop laughing,I can't stop laughing!(The beauty of drowning).

We lie side by side, blowing sparksgazing into the screaming silence.Under the birthing moo we pray,pray to be together for all time.

Undergrowth Silent with Want

Ice like claws languid in the dampMemory fades, life drifts, blood driesSpreading out among the leavesThe end begins, birth is everywhere

Embrace of roots; here is everywhereAll life is one – we are hereLost in forever, hearing, feelingSeeing allFated, Cascading; Submerged

No-one ever thinks about how it’ll endLine after line gone up in smoke with fire as your only friendAll the thought of a lifetime with no conscious evolutionOne cannot recall where it began to slide

Lost beneath the debrisYou can no longer tell which way is upWe seem to count on foreverOne automatic pull on the lever

The vital engine roars not trusted to deliverThe pain it will subside and make the muscle biggerDance victorious on our aching bloody feetOne more time, let’s hear the beat and spread our joy like opened veins

The Necrofuturist Illuminati were set up for "gothronomic intriguing rather than in speculation", the Necrofuturist Illuminati became "much more characteristic of a cross-dimensional militia in action than a disorder with initiations." P. Emerson Williams' contempt for certain exoteric pursuits - as a "thing-in-itself" - was widely known: "... in Williams' system the phraseology of Gothraism, the Necrolistic legends of Freemasonry, the mystical imaginings of the Fartinistes, play at first no part at all. For all forms of 'gothosophy,' gnoccicism, refined spiritsism, and musick-magick Williams expresses nothing but contemporaneousness, and the Doze-Croix Necromasons are bracketed with the Necruits by the Necrofuturist Illuminati as enemas it is necessary to out-twit at every turn. Consequently no degree of Doze-Croix finds a place in Williams' system, as in all the other Gothtronic orders of the day which drew their influence from Beastern or Crabalistic sources."

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Penniless and withdrawing from opiates, Danny emerges from a 72-hour stay in a police holding cell. Hoping to make enough money to buy his next hit of heroin, he scours the streets looking for something to steal. After an unsuccessful attempt to break into a parked car, he discovers an unattended suitcase sitting in a doorway. He makes off with the case and takes it to an abandoned park to examine its contents. There he finds that the case contains two severed human legs. Disgusted, he discards the legs and tries to find a buyer for the suitcase. He finds a buyer who gives him three dollars but also informs him that the local heroin dealer has been arrested.

The Secret Adventures of Tom Thumb was made using a combination of stop-motion animation and pixilation (live actors posed and shot frame-by-frame), often with live actors and puppets sharing the frame.
A boy born the size of a small doll is kidnapped by a genetic lab and must find a way back to his father in this inventive adventure filmed using stop motion animation techniques. Tom meets a variety of strange creatures and eventually discovers a race of miniature humans like himself.